Today I felt that my Crans-Montana mountain dreams had come true. The crowds abated, the runs were smooth and clean… It’s a pity I couldn’t see more than half a metre in front of me, but I can’t have everything or else I’d just be spoilt!

Instead of the Saturday morning rush that I had expected, the opposite eventuated. As it was raining down below and a dense cloud up on top, only thousands (not millions) tackled the Swiss slopes today. Plus, Saturday morning is apparently the exchange period when people leave in the morning and arrive in the afternoon, or something of the sort. Not the day to buy or top-up your lift passes, I guess.

I had a few runs in the middle section (which also had the benefits of only half-rain, half-whiteout) and then came home for some tea and cake. This in itself deserves some airtime because I found a “Tyrolean Cake” at the supermarket, and I was eager to test its authenticity. First bite, ah yes, traces of marzipan – could quite possibly be Austrian!

I was also drawn to the brand name – “Betty Bossi” – could you imagine working with here in the kitchen? It would be hell! But, come to think of it… that could quite possibly have been my nickname in the second grade of school!

But on further research (don’t, dear readers, think you’ve stumbled across a blog of mere speculation – these are the hard facts!) it emerges that there has never actually been a Betty Bossi… the culinary dominatrix never actually existed but is a fictitious product of a Swiss margarine manufacturer (oh well, next they’ll tell me that there isn’t an Easter Bunny either!)